Post by jude zacheriah turner on Jul 18, 2009 22:34:18 GMT -4
JUDIAS ZACHERIAH TURNER
"i wanna feel reckless, wanna live it up just because."
[/font]"i wanna feel reckless, wanna live it up just because."
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SPLIT DECISION, FINDING FIXES
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[/size] jude (which is what he goes by), judy, judith, jude, the possibilities are endless.
• • FULL NAME , jude zacheriah turner.
• • NICKNAMES ,
• • BIRTHDAY & AGE ,[/size] march fifteenth, nineteen ninety-eight. he's legal and all, can actually buy alcohol and get into clubs. twenty-one, hell yeah.
• • SEXUALITY ,[/size] he's straight for the most part, with some curious tendencies. he'll flirt with just about anything that moves.
• • OCCUPATION ,[/size] lead vocalist for divide by zero.
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I SEE FACES BUT NONE OF THEM
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[/size] he's got light chestnut brown colored hair with hints of lighter shades in the summer time.
• • WEIGHT & HEIGHT , the boy is skin and bones, standing at 6'3 and weighing in at 153 pounds.
• • HAIR COLOR ,
• • EYE COLOR ,[/size] his eye color is always changing; comes along with having hazel eyes. from a light green, to green with a hint of blue, to baby blue, depends.
• • DISTINGUISHING MARKS ,[/size] the boy has countless tattoos tainting his pale skin. he's got a set on his collar bones, one on the inside of his lower lip, one running down his ribcage, and another set across his chest. he's also got this big ass grin he's always sporting. whether he's high or sober, it's rare to see him with that slightly arrogant grin.
• • FACE CLAIM ,[/size] john o'callaghan, baby.
• • PERSONAL STYLE ,[/size] Standing at 6 foot three, the boy is rather tall. He's always been on the tall side, ever since he was an awkward pre-teen. His torso is both lean and long and his limbs are lanky. He's rather pale for a boy like him and he prefers it that way. No orange skin for him. The boy's fairly thin physique is not credited to exercise or a fast metabolism, but genes. Good and fortunate genes. Luck was undeniably on his side considering his dislike towards most sports besides partying and running around on the stage. When it comes to style, it's safe to say that Jude has the typical style one would expect from a boy. He's rather lazy when it comes to his looks. He's not a slob or anything, he just likes simplicity. Something he can throw on in less than five minutes because a part boy like him has better things to do. Besides, he's much more interested in lighting up a doobie then stressing over what to wear. If he had the decision, he'd go naked all the damn time. He's usually donning just about anything that's comfortable. His styles pretty simple, though. Skinny jeans and some shirt. V-necks, tanks, cut offs, anything really. He likes his vans and hoodies. Really laid back sort of kid, you know? He loves wearing flannel and vests, and plain t-shirts. But damn, those skinny jeans, he doesn't go anywhere without them. As for the dressier side, he doesn't do it much, save for on special occasions. Much like his clothing style, his hair styles about the same. Just plain ol' messy. He likes it that way too.
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THIS GAME HAS GOT ME SHAKING HANDS
- - with my own enemy ,
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[/size] god, desperate girls, paparazzi, sluts, religion, shy people, being held back, rules, beating around the bush, not saying what's on his mind, old people, clingy girls, insecure girls, competition, selfish fucks, tans, girls who worry way to fucking much about what they look like, staying in one place for too long, eggs, milk, cows, tyra banks, materialistic shits, failing, holding on to the past, fucking being sad, broccoli, being ditched, being disappointed, being taken advantage of, traditions, feet, being cold, drama, over-thinking things, falling, being proven wrong, drama, being confused.
• • LIKES , sex, being loud, rock and roll, music, the stage, the spotlight, singing his lungs out, mary-jane, bongs, joints, girls who don't wear bras, being the center of attention, touring, partying, having a good time, beer pong, sex, being kinky, lots of sex, jollyranchers, flirting, being consumed by music, moshing, laughing, goofing off, joel mchale, being careless, being an asshole, being careless, crashing parties, getting naked, throwing parties, getting shit-faced drunk, loud people, crowds, girls, sweating so fucking much that it's a joke, fans, vans, holding hands, people who are straightforward, shocking people, marshmallows, licorice, traveling, hardcore drugs, slushies, saying/doing things without thinking, arguments, paradoxes, opening his big mouth, oxymorons, making a scene, hippies, weed, being high as a kite, raves, shows, being immature, breaking people's expectations. the dirty south, being a shithead, convincing kelley to smoke, superheroes, unicorns, lucky charms, not caring, blankets, cupcakes, popsicles, cough drops, people talking back to him, being sociable.
• • DISLIKES ,
• • STRENGTHS ,[/size]music, having a good time, getting high, being fun-loving, being loyal, having a sense of humor, being a prankster, laughing at just about anything, being down to earth, flirting, being sensitive, being carefree, being lucky, winning, being charming, being the life of the party, having fun, independent.
• • WEAKNESSES ,[/size] getting high, girls, attention, being immature, being childish, his friends, love, being careless, not thinking before speaking, having a big mouth, not being able to keep secrets, being flaky, being overly mellow, being overly loud, being stupid, acting dumb, being insensitive, taking pranks too far, sweet smiles, girls who play with his hair, falling in love too quickly, thinking with his heart instead of his head, fighting back, being stubborn, being overly curious, sweets, drugs, parties.
• • FEARS ,[/size] not standing out, being ignored, fear itself, regrets, god, cheating, bailing out, being abandoned, making nothing of himself, his band breaking up, losing everything he's got.
• • SECRETS ,[/size] he was raised by jesus loving freaks. he sells weed. he jumps on trampolines butt naked. he's addicted to his drugs. he blames things on being high, even when he's not. he flirts when he shoudn't be flirting.
• • PERSONALITY ,[/size] a changed man. his parents were religious. the hardcore kind. the kind that immerses you completely. they abided by all the rules, they prayed morning, afternoon, and night. his father preached, and his mother taught. he breathed and live religion. christianity was his savior. jude was sent to a private christian school for most of his education, and that's how he was raised. a good boy with morals who was going to save himself for marriage. their entire family was immersed completely into their religion; almost to the point of being obsessive. no drugs, no rock and roll music, no alcohol. he abided by the rules, and worshipped what he was taught to worship. he was sheltered beyond belief. not allowed to watch certain tv shows, or listen to "inappropriate" music. the only time he actually got even a taste of normalcy was occasionally at school, with friends. but even then it was limited, seeing as it was some ritzy christian private school. so up until he was sixteen, he was nothing but a goodie-two-shoes jesus worshipping freak. he was fifteen when somewhere along the way, he said fuck it, and he wasn't so christian anymore. oh baby, far from it. mainly, it had been the divorce of mommy and daddy that had rocked his little close-minded religious world. he'd realized just how fucking stupid it was, and from then on out, he rebelled. he has a lot of catching up to do. once a boy of taking things slow, now he's putting it in fucking full on drive. it's a little overwhelming, considering he's making up for sixteen years in a span of about five.
pothead. it's hard to tell whether jude's sober or not most of the time. bets are, he's usually high. see, this kid loves to smoke his weed. all the damn time too. it's honestly a recreational thing. he's not escaping from demons, or doing this to help him out, no. he does this because it's fun. like most potheads, he doesn't take anything seriously. he's usually hallucinating really. and saying things that are just out of this damn world confusing. any chance he gets to smoke it up, he does.
dare-devil. He's not afraid of dying. He'll fucking do just about anything. At times, it’s a borderline between right out insanity and being wild, or just flat out crazy. He's the boy running around stark naked at parties, or chugging down the keg to chants of "do it, do it". He takes it to the extreme, going out on a limb. He's the kid you here people talking about: "he did WHAT? what the fuck, what an idiot." He just doesn't give a rats ass. He races whoever challenges him, just because he fucking feels like it. Jude can be out of control. He's constantly partying it up; living his life like there's not going to be a tomorrow. He's definitely a party whore, finding himself at the biggest parties, drinking the night away until unconsciousness overcomes him and he's passed out in someone's front lawn. With some alcohol in his system, he's open to doing whatever anyone convinces him of doing. If he's unabashed when he's not drunk, just imagine when his judgement, or what's left of it, is impaired. He crashes the parties, or starts them. He has a carefree nature that's evident in his adventurous ways. He's competitive and is willing to do anything to win. Anything. He's not indecisive about the things he does. In fact, he's rather secure and confident, almost to the point of arrogance. His wild nature is refreshing. In a society where everyone is so worried of what'll happen, or of what people will say. Nothing can stop him. He doesn't get embarrassed easily, so what might be scandalous to one person, certainly isn't to him. It’s not that he doesn’t care, he just doesn’t put much thought to some of the things he does. He’s always running late, he’s always putting himself in risky situations, and things of the sort. He forgets people's birthday's or simply things people tell him in general. He just doesn’t pay attention. Some go as far as calling him a bit spacey. Which, he can be. He just zones out and drifts off into his dream world. Head always in the clouds. He just doesn’t put forth the effort to think before he acts sometimes. He just lacks the attention span at times and can be rather thoughtless. It goes hand and hand with his spontaneous nature. He tends to do one thing one minute, and another the next. He's a slacker and could care less about other people's opinions, or things like his reputation. He doesn't really give a fuck about what people think about him. It's not really his concern. He will do whatever the hell he wants, whenever he wants to. Jude has always taken up the position of a leader. He's always the guy beating to his own drum, and nobody else's. He's definitely not one to follow the crowd. He prefers doing his own shit, his own way. Another not so great attribute considering he won't listen to anybody else. He calls that fucking carelessness.
in your face. He's loud, very loud. His whisper voice could be the equivalent of someone's regular voice. Growing up with older siblings and being the youngest can do that to a boy. Maybe it's attention he craves, and the only way to get it is by being loud. He can talk too much at times, and he just doesn't realize when he needs to stop. There's a fine line between talking too much and being sociable, and he straddles that thin line constantly. He can be sociable, but give him some booze, or catch him on a high, and he takes it too damn far. Never shutting his mouth unless physically forced too. It's like vomit, he talks, just for the damn sake of talking, and it never ends. Of taking up whatever awkward silence he knows is bound to happen. He tends to babble even more when he's nervous, or caught off guard. It's a defense mechanism; speaking so much that he can't let the other person put in even a single word. He's also the guy that tends to say something rather embarrassing in a crowded room where everyone can here him loud and clear. He has no scruples and no shame. If he wants to say it loudly, he will. He's always trying to get the attention on himself, and sometimes, this is his way of getting it. It works well for him. he doesn't mind being in the limelight one bit. in fact, he fucking craves it. a bit of an attention whore, no? the complete opposite from the shy boy he once was at the tender age of 15.
passionate. If there’s one thing about Jude that's true, it's that he has a crazy passion for life. He's so caught up in living it to the fullest. Sure he's mostly a bum and living it up consists of him playing some fucking video game but he's at least doing something, right? He tends to get extraordinarily passionate about certain things, and easily as well. Whether it is something big or small, like making it in the music business, the band, a relationship, or something even smaller and trivial, it doesn't matter. The boy will pour his heart and soul into it. He'll latch on and never let go until he's satisfied. He is consistently driven by passion. Doing what he loves. He doesn't really have goals with his life, but if he's going to do something, he wants to be the fucking best at it. Even if he's a janitor, sweeping up the trash of the successful, he'd see it as he being the best damn janitor there ever was. He can be extremely focused on one thing. He can, at times, be a bit of a perfectionist. a bit obsessive compulsive, almost Anything to accomplish what he wants. this goes for his relationships as well.
arrogant. He can be so fucking full of himself. Thinking he's the best. God's gift to both men and woman. A blessing to walk the fucking earth. His ego is the damn size of the fucking earth. He thinks he's the best damn thing, and doesn't hide it. Holding his chin up high and snarling at whoever he believes is beneath him. He's a conceited prick. No doubt that. He’s rather candid and he’s often associated with the terms jerk and asshole attributable to the fact that he is exceedingly outspoken and speaks his mind when he feels the need to. He has pity for hardly anyone. He’s extremely opinionated and is not bashful when it comes to sharing those opinions. If someone’s bugging the hell out of him, he’ll flat out say it. If he wants someone to shut up, he’ll give them a good, shut the fuck up. He doesn’t beat around the bush and he says things like it is. He’s straightforward with people, and often ends up telling people what they do not want to hear, but what they need to hear anyways. He's rather in your face about his opinions and hardly ever backs down about them. He's no intimidated easily, and in fact, if he is proven wrong, he still struggles to admit to that piece of fact. He can be ruthless when it comes to his opinions about people, not even giving it a second thought to who's feelings he may or may not be hurting. Jude in a nut shell is sarcastic, as well. At times it's hard to distinguish between him being serious or sarcastic. He's mastered it. Telling someone off with a straight face. His quips always having a biting response to them, and he could careless if he hurts people's feelings with them. He can't help having such a snarky tongue though. Growing up with irritating siblings really helps with coming up with quick comebacks and witty remarks. It's always very easy to annoy the fuck out of him. Really. He's got a bit of a short-temper at times. It's not ever a good thing.
flirt. jude's a flirt. it's as simple as that. he can't help himself. it's just something he does naturally. he might not even realize he's doing it. he'll just do it. flirt his little ass off with any girl with a cute smile. he'll charm 'em and that's about all there is to it. he's not necessarily unfaithful, it's just, jude's not the kind of guy who can keep his dick in his pants. he's a bit of a sex fiend, always thinking about sex this and sex that. he hits on just about everyone. especially when he isn't sober. being high is his excuse to be a loose little whore.
friend in need. It goes along with his mantra of life's too short to take it so damn serious. The boy loves laughing and just having himself a good time. He doesn't take things overly serious, not in the slightest. He loves pulling pranks, telling jokes, hearing jokes, being immature, and simply not taking things too damn gravely. He's not shy of being the center attention. He can come off as being immature with his sense of humor seeing as he isn't hesitant to say or do vulgar things to earn himself a laugh or two. He just enjoys being happy in general. Too much negativity has a heavy toll on a person. So laughter, and humor are his ways of counteracting that negativity. He just likes having a good time, honestly. Running amuck with his best friends and getting themselves into stupid situations. He's not afraid to act like a goof-ball or be one. He purposefully says crazy things because it'll catch people off-guard. He'll do a hoe-down in the middle of a store to make a friend crack a smile, or snort wasabi to get even more attention. He has a sense of humor and isn't hesitant to show it off. He's just so nonchalant about everything. But he''s got that quality about him that can be hard to resist. He has his moments where he can be a complete asshole, but he has a sensitive side to him that occasionally shines through. He's sincere and can be rather sweet. He's protective of those closest to him and fiercely loyal. Once you've attained his friendship, you're pretty much guaranteed it unless he's stabbed in the back.
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AND I BET YOU WONT FIND
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• • PARENTS , biological father, thomas malthus turner, 52, former religious fanatic, current rolling stones magazine editor
step-mother, gwenevere matilda stevens, 35, tan salon owner
biological mother, emily rosaline holiday, 47, sunday school teacher
• • SIBLINGS ,
older brother, jonah luke turner, 27, teacher
older brother, robert andrew turner, 25, soccer player
older sister, casandra amelie turner, 23, socialite
younger sister, daisy lou turner, 18, resident.
• • OTHER FAMILY ,[/size] none.
• • SIGNIFICANT OTHERS ,[/size] he's had lots of exes and hook-ups and one night stands, but he's with denver colorado lee harris now, and they're going strong.
• • CHILDREN ,[/size] none and not planning on it.
• • BIRTH PLACE ,[/size] liverpool, england.
• • HISTORY ,[/size] jude's childhood was as sheltered as one's childhood can get. he lived under a rock. he was hardly exposed to anything that wasn't religious, and his parents kept it that way until he was 15. so, for the most part, his childhood had been uneventful, really. just your typical childhood, save for his religious affiliation.
he didn't grow up like a regular teenager, or kid for that matter. the first sixteen years of his life consistent of abiding by the rules and worshipping God. he'd go to his church group and sunday school. he was pretty much secluded to this one little world. he knew nothing about anything at all outside of it. he just knew his religion and whatever the hell else his parents hadn't censored him from. he was basically kept at a child-like mentality. he didn't listen to popular music, or hardly any music really. only gospel shit and whatever hell else the church actually approved of. television was limited, if any at all.
fifteen, his parents divorced. thomas and emily could barely stand one another. it was pretty much fucking impossible to have them in a room together without either one of them, or both, screaming their lungs out. that's when everything pretty much went to shit. everything he had been taught from a young age. marriage, god, the usual. it was like a slap to the face. his parents weren't supposed to divorce; it was against the church. but they did anyways, and it all changed from then on out.
it was like being locked up in prison and then thrown into the real world without any preparation whatsoever. he'd gone from being completely, one hundred percent sheltered, to being opened up to fucking everything. the music, and television, the culture, the fame, the hollywood scene.
his parents found themselves in a nasty custody battle, and that pretty much tore the family apart even further. thomas moved back to his home in Las Vegas and Jude found himself being shipped between America and England on a regular basis. it was a pain in the ass. his mother stayed though, in her little English christian school.
he was pulled out of his christian private school, and just placed in some another school he could really care less about. he did well in school, fucking great honestly, but it wasn't what he wanted. fucking education.
he actually became much more interested in music. after being stuck under a fucking rock for sixteen years, he fell in love. johnny cash had been the first he'd listen to. and after that, he couldn't quiet get enough. he listened to everything and got his hands on possibly any type of music he could. he became quite a whiz kid with music. being able to name off any band just by the chord progression. it was a bit ridicuous, but he loved it. loved the different tunes, the different voices, the different pitches. that's when he wanted to start a band. a band that would get kids to sing along, to chant their name, to praise them like the god's they were.
anyways, school was bearable. he dated, flirted, the usual. it was a weird transition at first. going from being totally conservative to totally not. but you know, he easily broke out of that mold without a problem. especially with his father's new lifestyle, and his mother back in england. he fell into drugs, and it went from there. it's not a serious problem or anything, something he does for recreation.
as for his love life, he's dated a lot. but there's always one girl he keeps going back to, and that's denver lee harris. there's just something about her that's got his heart tied in a knot.
music is his life, and like any other boy on the scene, he wants to make it big. but the difference is, jude knows they'll make it big. either way, he's ready to cause a mother fucking scene.
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IT'S BEEN A LONG TIME COMING
- - but no need for sympathy ,
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[/size] eighteen, i'm old as heck. ):<
• • YOUR NAME , ellie bojangles!
• • YOUR AGE ,
• • YEARS EXPERIENCE ,[/size] oh man, i've lost count and all.
• • CONTACT INFORMATION ,[/size] elliesignedonx, IM ME. D:<
• • MEMBER TITLE ,[/size] idk yet.
• • SECRET PHRASE ,[/size] oh boy, i sure did.
• • NOTES ,[/size] I LOVE YOU ALL. c:
• • ROLEPLAY SAMPLE ,[/size]
and she turned around and took me by the hand
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Someone was laughing. Not those quiet laughs, or soft chuckles. It was the kind that just filled up the entire room. Like really fucking laughing. The kind of laughter that you wish you could be a part of because it sounds like they’re having the time of their goddamn life. Head tossed back, that was exactly what Jude was doing. Just laughing his damn ass off. What he was laughing at was a different matter. Nothing really. Everything seemed so damn funny. It was as if he’d just gotten the joke. The one where life was one big cosmic joke.[/font][/size][/center][/quote][/size][/font][/blockquote]
Everything was just a joke. Love, heartbreak, happiness, sadness, loss. All of it. One big fucking joke played on everyone for the sake of some twisted fates entertainment. That was why he was laughing so damn hard. Or maybe he was laughing for no reason at all. Sometimes one didn’t need a reason or have to have a reason to laugh. Maybe he just felt like fucking laughing. Gotten that urge. The second option was more probable than the first.
Dark eyes watched intently as Zane and Denver took their hits. Their lungs equally inhaling the sweet drug. He extended a hand out lazily, pushing a stray lock of Denver’s long chocolate brown colored hair behind her ear. No reason for the action, really. It was fun to watch, though. See their reactions. How they themselves let the intoxicating mary-jane consume their bodies and their minds. Zane was so fucking out of it. Yelling about flying around and shit. It was hilarious, really, it was. He had to have been on some other fucking shit, what with the way he was acting.
Pushing his own hair out of his eyes, Jude held the bong carefully. His lighter in the other hand placed expertly beneath the little trinket. With a flick of a finger, it was lit. The fire blazing against the dried material, making it come alive in a haze. Lips puckered around the bong, sucking in the sultry smoke that slithered from the lighted weed. The smoke came in bursted bubbles, swirling for a few seconds in his mouth before igniting down his esophagus. He felt the smoke clawing at his throat, scratching roughly as it sank into his lungs. It was merciless. He loved that feeling. Both the pain and the satisfaction he instantaneously got whenever he smoked weed. It felt good the way the smoke scorched his lungs, as ironic as that may have sounded.
He could feel the drug clouding his mind. He loved that feeling too. Like he was floating on cloud nine and nothing could go wrong. And goddamn, he was floating. He wasn’t just sitting on his couch. He was soaring up above; nothing under his feet save for the rest of the world. He just felt good. Nothing was ever wrong with feeling good. That’s why he smoked so damn much. It wasn’t some escape from his everyday life, or his demons, it just felt good. Plain and simple. There was nothing complicated about it. He was a reefer, and fucking fine with that.
He was always getting high. Jude. All the damn time. Every fucking afternoon really. A day without a hit from the ganja was quite damn dull if he was completely honest. It just made him feel alive. The fucking drug coursing rapidly through his veins, hitting his brain cells. It was a good rush.
He leaned back against the couch, head tossed and hair messily falling into his eyes. Fuck, everything sounded muffled. Like he really couldn’t hear them. Like he was watching himself, and Zane, and Denver from somewhere else. He wasn’t all there. Definitely not all there at all. He was just like Zane. Hallucinating and shit. His mind was somewhere else. Somewhere with the spinning ceiling, and blinking lights. The floating furniture, and swirling colors.
“i fucking missed you both.”
He grinned crookedly as the sound of Denver’s sultry voice reached his fogged mind. He moved forward again, placing a sloppy kiss against Denver’s forehead, and then on Zane’s. “Fuck, I missed you, too. I love you guys.” He said that word so easily when he was high. He loved just about anyone. As long as they were just as fucked as he was, be it a stranger or friend, he loved them. It was nice to have his friends back, though. Denver and Zane. Really, it was. He could hardly call Denver a friend. It was complicated. Fucking complicated as hell. What with the sort of fucked up friendship they had, but Zane, that was his best friend. His damn fucking best friend. The three of them though, really had some fucked up relationship. He couldn’t make sense of it, didn’t want to make sense of it, so this worked for him. Them going back to their usual shenanigans of getting high as hell.
He chuckled as she spoke. She wanted more. Who didn’t want more? It was addicting. He was addicted to this sort of feeling. Luckily for all of them, he had more to give. He grabbed the small bag that sat on the messy coffee table, littered with beer cans, wrappers, books, guitar picks. His caravan looked like it hadn’t been cleaned for fucking months. He didn’t really have time to get around to it.
Reaching into the plastic baggy, he grabbed another pinch of weed, packing it into the bong before lighting it up and taking yet another mind-numbing drag. Fuck, just a couple more hits and he’d be gone out of his mind. He was pretty much there now, anyways.
Taking another drag, and the blowing out the smoke, he watched in a daze as Denver pressed her rose-colored lips to Zane’s, and he found himself wanting to look away. He shouldn’t have cared, so he shrugged it off. That’s what he was supposed to do, right? Right. “Is this how you show how much you missed me? Get a fucking room,” he added as playfully as he could manage. He was stoned; he didn’t have much control over anything.
Shifting a bit, he leaned forward and held the bong in front of Denver. “Another hit?” He asked, his voice scratchy from the smoke. He took a look at Zane, “Don’t think you’re off the fucking hook either.”
It was good to have them back. Fuck, it was going to be quite the night.
tagged denver and zane.
word count 1078.
notes wow, i suck. i love to talk about nothing.
music explosions in the sky.
credit banner to lizz, ty.